<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:31:54.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beasmilesobs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-4685902938505049547</id><published>2009-12-12T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T20:26:57.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The air of freedom &gt;:D</title><content type='html'>Okay, this is just the &lt;font size="2"&gt;Continuation&lt;/font&gt; of my last post. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="ffcc00"&gt;Metro was fun. :D&lt;/font&gt; I was with Pauline only though. I was hoping it was a group. Next time, please? Ahihi. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the 41st bus and &lt;b&gt;skytrain&lt;/b&gt; so it's much faster. I thought 49th was faster, but it's not. Haha. Pauline kept askin me who I like. I kept saying &lt;font color="cc66cc"&gt;"Sa Facebook na lng. Mas cinfodent pa ako sabihin dun eh."&lt;/font&gt; :)) That was funny. Then we were on the bus, and Pauline said to use her &lt;u&gt;Facebook iPhone&lt;/u&gt; thingy. Yeah, I used it. I showed her me and Ate Sarah's &lt;s&gt;message&lt;/s&gt; to each other about ND. ;) Oh shet, she found out who was it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="ffcc00"&gt;Next topic. I don't wanna come back to it. x]&lt;/font&gt; We walked around Metro, of course. Looked at some stores and yeah. Then Pauline said, &lt;font color="ff0000"&gt;We should go to Mariposa! I have something to buy there!"&lt;/font&gt; Ugh, Mariposa. Haha. We still went though. She bought this layered jacket kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to some stores more. Then &lt;font size="2" color="cc6600"&gt;Build-A-Bear Workshop&lt;/font&gt;. Wee! I loved that store! Although the price was &lt;s&gt;too expensive.&lt;/s&gt; $50?! WTF? It came with a dress. Haha. I only have $100 in my pocketyy. :(( I'm too poor now. Lol. :P Here's the r*tarded part: We have to &lt;s&gt;put hearts in our bear and give love to it.&lt;/s&gt; That's so stupid. Gawd. But she has a certificate! :)) The name's &lt;font color="ffff00"&gt;Charlene&lt;/font&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then bought pretzel puffs with &lt;s&gt;my money&lt;/s&gt;. I have money and Pauline doesn't. HAHA! Joke. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to the &lt;font color="cc2200"&gt;arcade for the photo memoriors?&lt;/font&gt; Haha. :D We took pics even though the whole photo MACHiNE is Japanese. &lt;i&gt;Arigato&lt;/i&gt;. :)) Corni. Luckily, we were able to figure it out. Wee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to &lt;font color="cc2200"&gt;Sportschek&lt;/font&gt; because I have to buy this &lt;s&gt;Nike sack,&lt;/s&gt; not Adidas sack, which is in my wishlist. :'( Aww. Good thing though, I still have money to spend. While I was putting my stuff on my sack, we were thinking of &lt;u&gt;refunding our bears&lt;/u&gt;. You know? Because it costs &lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;s&gt;$52&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/s&gt;!? But we were thinking it's a &lt;font color="ff0000"&gt;good memory&lt;/font&gt;, though, right? At least we had something for each other. Lmao. ^^ So we just left there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went back at 5:30. That's so dark, outside. I hate &lt;s&gt;winters&lt;/s&gt;. It gets dark earlier. Then I left my bear at Pauline's house because my parents might &lt;i&gt;see&lt;/i&gt; it and ask how much is it. It's so EXPENSIVE! :( Huhu! XD I'm picking it up on Monday. Hehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done. :) Twitter and Tumblr, next stop! :-h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-4685902938505049547?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4685902938505049547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/12/air-of-freedom-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/4685902938505049547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/4685902938505049547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/12/air-of-freedom-d.html' title='The air of freedom &gt;:D'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-6422441960294983396</id><published>2009-12-12T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T08:12:10.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You showed me the way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font color="0099ff" size="3"&gt;Parang elevator lang yan eh, bakit mo pagsisiksikan ung sarili mo kung walang pwesto para sayo. Eh meron naman hagdan, ayaw mo lang pansinin.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waah! I haven't posted here since &lt;s&gt;last week!&lt;/s&gt; Well, gladly i'm able to post &lt;font size="2"&gt;today&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="00cc00"&gt;Saturday was a blast!&lt;/font&gt; Of course, because it's my birthday! Haha. &lt;font color="00cc00"&gt;:)&lt;/font&gt; We had a party here, only &lt;u&gt;5 of us&lt;/u&gt;? Heck, and the party wasn't that long. Oh, and I had a gift of that &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="cc33ff"&gt;Adidas jacket&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/b&gt;I was hoping for. Damn, it was &lt;s&gt;white and gold&lt;/s&gt; though. It's supposed to be light blue, but it's all sold out. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="00cc00"&gt;Wednesday is my mom's birthday.&lt;/font&gt; I love you mom! :* We ate at &lt;font color="ff6600"&gt;The Buffet @ River Rock&lt;/font&gt;. I was full like shet. Good thing I didn't puke or any of that nonsense. Haha. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="00cc00"&gt;Thursday.&lt;/font&gt; I saw the list of Gr. * &lt;font size="2"&gt;honour roll&lt;/font&gt; already! Guess what? &lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;blink&gt; I WAS THERE!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blink&gt; Wee. It's the list of the people who got &lt;font color="ffff00"&gt;75% avg.&lt;/font&gt; I'm probably around 80% something. BUT I wanted to get to... &lt;font color="ff9933"&gt;Principal's list!&lt;/font&gt; 90% avg. Oh gosh. That'll be a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had the &lt;font color="00cc00"&gt;Gr. 8 breakfast!&lt;/font&gt; The waffles were fantastic! I wish that could be my breakfast every morning, with butter and syrup. Yum! Oh, and &lt;font color="ff0000"&gt;Santa Claus&lt;/font&gt; was there! Yeah, like he's darn true. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="00cc00"&gt;Saturday. Now.&lt;/font&gt; Woke up at 6:10am. My dad woke me up because he and my mom have to go to work. And me and Pauline have plans! :D We're going to &lt;b&gt;Oakridge&lt;/b&gt; at 2. Finally! I have the &lt;font color="ffcc66"&gt;FREEDOM!&lt;/font&gt; Before, I wasn't able to go to the mall with my friends and stuff, but my dad said YES today! Wee! Lol. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like someone. Again. A lot. Not that I'm crazy or anything. &lt;s&gt;Alam ni Ate Sarah eh.&lt;/s&gt; She won't tell who, right? ;) And patay na patay din dun si Pauline V. Haha. Ako, &lt;s&gt;tigok&lt;/s&gt; ako dun. :P &lt;font size="2" color="ff0000"&gt;iLY OZ.&lt;/font&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="D19FE8"&gt;Change of topic.&lt;/font&gt; Haha. ^^ It's morning here. sadly. I didn't eat &lt;s&gt;breakfast&lt;/s&gt; yet. Which I should hope it's waffles. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have nothing else to talk about much anymore. :( I'll add more throughout the day if I &lt;u&gt;want&lt;/u&gt; to. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in my heart for 3 days now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0099ff; font-size:180%;"&gt;Beiyee. &gt;:D&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-6422441960294983396?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6422441960294983396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-showed-me-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/6422441960294983396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/6422441960294983396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-showed-me-way.html' title='You showed me the way.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-6070391354255184353</id><published>2009-12-04T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:57:15.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing me softly. :x</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font color="0099ff" size="3"&gt;Love isn't a word until you find someone to give it's definition.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, &lt;font color="3333ff"&gt;you gave the life that I was looking for all these years.&lt;/font&gt; I was positive that that life will be &lt;s&gt;lost&lt;/s&gt; from me again. I accept it. Go on. Have your life &lt;font color="006666"&gt;the way you want it.&lt;/font&gt; Don't let me get between you and your dreams. Damn, I did that before, didn't I? Oh, i forgot to say sorry. &lt;font color="aaaaaa"&gt;SORRY.&lt;/font&gt; :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got that quote from &lt;font color="ff6600"&gt;Ayee Villalon's Facebook profile.&lt;/font&gt; She was my &lt;b&gt;first&lt;/b&gt; ever best friend. &lt;font color="ffcc99"&gt;N&lt;/font&gt;u&lt;font color="ffcc99"&gt;r&lt;/font&gt;s&lt;font color="ffcc99"&gt;e&lt;/font&gt;r&lt;font color="ffcc99"&gt;y&lt;/font&gt;? You have got to be kidding me. :o I just found her randomly on Friendster. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="339900"&gt;Change of topic.&lt;/font&gt; :)) &lt;blink&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="0099ff"&gt;Tomorrow's my birthday!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blink&gt; I can't wait for the party here at my house and the &lt;i&gt;*janjararaan*&lt;/i&gt; &lt;u&gt;GiFTS&lt;/u&gt;. :D Lol. 13 is here to come. Haha. Msydo ako child-y. Lol. There'll be &lt;font color="993300"&gt;music&lt;/font&gt; and all. Oh, sheez, I freakin' love that part. &lt;sup&gt;You're invited, dear.&lt;/sup&gt; Don't let people stop you from going! :P Lol. &lt;font color="0099ff"&gt;Pauline&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;font color=00ff00"&gt;Lyra&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;font color="00ff99"&gt;Ate Sarah&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;font color="ffff99"&gt;Pauline Valencia&lt;/font&gt;, and &lt;font color="aaaaaa"&gt;Karen&lt;/font&gt; will be there. &lt;font color="ff0000"&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt; Haha. 5 lng. Well, at least some people came. &lt;font color="000000"&gt;:))&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="ff66ff"&gt;New topic. :]&lt;/font&gt; We just bought a new car! &lt;s&gt;Secondhand&lt;/s&gt; though. My dad's so &lt;u&gt;cheap&lt;/u&gt;. :| Lol. Joke. It's uhm, &lt;s&gt;&lt;font color="aaaaaa"&gt;1991 Nissan Maixma&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/s&gt; Please, don't even bother telling me it's old. &lt;font size="2" color="aaaaaa"&gt;I agree with you too.&lt;/font&gt; :)) Well, at least we have a car, right? Rather than &lt;font color="009966"&gt;walking to the mall&lt;/font&gt; or something. Or &lt;s&gt;bus&lt;/s&gt; Ugh. 8-| Our last car was the &lt;s&gt;Oldsmobile&lt;/s&gt; thing. That sucks. It's long, and too crazy to rideo n the highway with the other &lt;font size="2"&gt;better cars&lt;/font&gt;. Haha! :) I was right, right? :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, to make December &lt;b&gt;perfect&lt;/b&gt;, let me tell you this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="ff0000"&gt;M&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="009900"&gt;E&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="ff0000"&gt;R&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="009900"&gt;R&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="ff0000"&gt;Y&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="3" color="009900"&gt;C&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="ff0000"&gt;H&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="009900"&gt;R&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="ff0000"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="009900"&gt;S&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="ff0000"&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="009900"&gt;M&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="ff0000"&gt;A&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="009900"&gt;S&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="ff0000"&gt;!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I can feel the &lt;font color="33cc99"&gt;spirit of Christmas&lt;/font&gt; now. There's &lt;b&gt;Christmas songs&lt;/b&gt; on the Radio, &lt;u&gt;Christmas Decorations&lt;/u&gt; on the mall and here right at our home. :)) I'm &lt;font color="999966"&gt;surprised&lt;/font&gt; that they have these here. Because, like, ung mga &lt;s&gt;Punjabi&lt;/s&gt; a.k.a. &lt;font size=" color="663399"&gt;Sibuyas&lt;/font&gt;, they don't celebrate Christmas and they're mostly the &lt;font color="00444ff"&gt;people that populate this city.&lt;/font&gt; :)) I hate them, not all though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i483.photobucket.com/albums/rr197/robynturner288/peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this picture at Photobucket. I wish I could do this! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll eat lunch now. Ciao! :-h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to start all over again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0099ff; font-size:180%;"&gt;Beiyee. =p~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-6070391354255184353?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6070391354255184353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/12/killing-me-softly-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/6070391354255184353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/6070391354255184353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/12/killing-me-softly-x.html' title='Killing me softly. :x'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-3537267219126649573</id><published>2009-12-01T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:59:47.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast we go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Your the sun, I'm the sky.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make this VERY VERY fast like, 2 paragraphs! :( I only have a limited time here. I didn't even post thsi weekend. My dad kept on using it. :| Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is &lt;b&gt;BORING&lt;/b&gt;. Oh wait up. &lt;blink&gt;4 more days 'til my day!&lt;/blink&gt; Yes, you're invited, of course. Come here, will ya? I'll be really happy. :D But our house is small though. I hope everyone I invited will fit. :)) Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye now. Study science, dad coming in an hour;I have to clean the house, and yeah, do other stuff. Bye, love! :-h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things come in good places,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0099ff; font-size:180%;"&gt;Beiyee. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-3537267219126649573?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3537267219126649573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/12/fast-we-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/3537267219126649573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/3537267219126649573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/12/fast-we-go.html' title='Fast we go.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-1710514132576845903</id><published>2009-11-25T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T17:23:33.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, go on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font color="0066ff"&gt;Be honest, even when it hurts.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="adff2f"&gt;I got that on Tumblr c/o Photobucekt. :)&lt;/font&gt; I just felt like that quote relates to me and to some of my friends. Gosh, I hate my &lt;s&gt;grammar&lt;/s&gt;! x] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i630.photobucket.com/albums/uu24/ATasteOfSummer/Photography/533.jpg" border="0" alt="533 Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://7.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktoyxrS6b81qa62iyo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is dang cute! :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end the captureness now. Lol. Uhm, this isn't the "fun" day, really. Just a a bit of &lt;u&gt;running clinic&lt;/u&gt; we took on PE this morning. Errg. That was lame-o. I have to take it though snce I didn't do 4 laps. :| Gosh. Yeah, my teacher from Gr. 7 was right. PE in highschool is &lt;b&gt;harder&lt;/b&gt; than elementary PE. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Oh. I kept having &lt;i&gt;sinok&lt;/i&gt; this morning. Especially in Reading. x] Oh my gulay! I did it BiiiG. Lol. Some just heard it, not &lt;s&gt;all&lt;/s&gt;. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, nothing &lt;u&gt;unnormal&lt;/u&gt; happened. Just the usual. Then after school, we went to Tita Narcy's salon for Lyra and Pauline's business Ed. porject. Yes, entrepreneur questions. I'm gonna do that this term. 8-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of terms, this Friday will be the last day of &lt;blink&gt;Term 1!&lt;/blink&gt; Oh, How glad am I?! Lol. I'm gonna miss Tech. Ed. though. :( All those machines and the drafting thing. :)) Ahaa. Next is &lt;s&gt;Business Ed.&lt;/s&gt; i think. Or Home Economics. I hope it's Home Ec. though. You know? All the cooking and stuff. XD Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. Next. Actually, I'm going to make this short since I only have limited time in here. I still have to go to Facebook, Twitter, finish my last posts on Tumblr and Friendster. :( &lt;font color="d2691e"&gt;Lots of things.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'll go on Twitter now. Bye! :-h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things come in good places,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0099ff; font-size:180%;"&gt;Beiyee. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-1710514132576845903?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/1710514132576845903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/11/yeah-go-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/1710514132576845903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/1710514132576845903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/11/yeah-go-on.html' title='Yeah, go on.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i630.photobucket.com/albums/uu24/ATasteOfSummer/Photography/th_533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-3037852440583978971</id><published>2009-11-22T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:10:14.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've moved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font color="0099ff"&gt;You don't always have to pretend to be strong. No one is as strong as Superman. XD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. This is like continuing the post below. x] Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://23.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktfxyr9C1q1qaob9go1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw yan. :"&gt; Nkoo. Na-adeek. ;P I was lying. Now I'm really lying. Gets nyo?! :-&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err.. I just finished a &lt;blink&gt;cheesestring&lt;/blink&gt;. Wow. I think I'm liking it. Bea likeyy. XD It's this string, &lt;b&gt;thick&lt;/b&gt; string that's actually cheese. Don't worry, it's &lt;u&gt;EDiBLE&lt;/u&gt;. ;D But the thing is, when it's like, in your &lt;s&gt;epiglottis&lt;/s&gt;, it gets mapait and all. Ahaha. :-s I'm such a terrible girl. I don't know why I just typed that. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Already Gone by Kelly Clarkson. I love you! :"&gt; Courtesy of &lt;blink&gt;The Beat 94.5&lt;/blink&gt;. I want to request a song but hell, I'm so shy. Shy like the stars, ayaw pagpakita sken. :"&gt; Too descriptive. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano pa? Well, here's the thing: I think I like typing english better than tagalog. :((( Aww, I'm leaving Tagalog alone. Kya eto na, I'm taglish-ing this. ;) Mmya, I'll regret na nde ako nka-type ng Tagalog. Sheeeesh. OMG. :o Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anmd I want you to know, I... ano? I was late. :| I didn't catch up on the song. So stupid, man. Already gone.. there's no moving on, so I'm already gone. :D Then it's &lt;s&gt;dead end&lt;/s&gt;. Lol. Now, this guy kept on talking to Miley Cyrus, which I hateee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, since all I talk about now is &lt;blink&gt;the radio&lt;/blink&gt;, I'll just end this and keep listening to it. Lol. Ahaa. Plgi ako nag-lol na ah? :] So shooot. LOL! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night. Don't let the bed bugs bite ; Magandang gabi ; Wag mo hhyaan kgtin ka ng insecto. 8-| I have bad Tagalog now. THAT'S GETTiNG SCARY. :(((( Nyt! :-h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ain't here anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0099ff; font-size:180%;"&gt;Beiyee. 8-|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-3037852440583978971?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3037852440583978971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-moved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/3037852440583978971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/3037852440583978971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-moved.html' title='I&apos;ve moved.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-932384120098822263</id><published>2009-11-21T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:56:07.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart beats fast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;There's only 1 way 2 say those 3 words 4 you.. I LOVE YOU.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I have to make this fast. :o I was busy chatting and tumblr-ing (which really isn't a word at all) and fb-ing. I'll make this as short as possible since it's 10:15! I got to go to sleep. Mdming errors pa. :| Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday? Uhmm... I forgot this, I think. Well, I hada test on Pythagorus Theorem. 8-| Sick-o.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday? Err... 4-LAP run! My legs hurt this day. you healed it with your loving heart. :"&gt; Adeek! Aha.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday? Pouring, pouring rain. Umbrella became my friend. Sh*t. My dad had to drop me off at JO not at Lyra's house. Mann. &lt;br /&gt;Thursday? Rainy also. I forgot what happened here.&lt;br /&gt;Friday? Yesterday? Uhm.. Err.. I went to Trudeau (again) and to Lyra's. Watcehd In My Life, kind of, and then Kimmy Dora. Wee! Movie day, wait, night. Then when I left, there was thunderstorms and lightning. I was scared. x] I ran up until home. Panting, badly. :((( And I'm so sick of raining. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Nothing good and bad happened. Just the normal ones to be specific. Aha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm really sorry for this bad post. I'll edit this tomorrow. I'M SORRY, REALLY. I have to sleep now. Nyt! :-h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red" size="2"&gt;// - Edited - \\&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This'll be an edit like the top thing &lt;blink&gt;never&lt;/blink&gt; happened. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Monday section! Yes, I had a test on Pythagorus Theorem. 8-| That wasn't really hard as I thought it would be. Just 50/50, yeah. That's all I remembered. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, the &lt;b&gt;panting&lt;/b&gt; day. We had a 4-lap run on the Memorial Park that day. We &lt;s&gt;have&lt;/s&gt; to since it's going to be put in our report card. If we don't complete the 4-lap run on the end of the year, we'll get an I on PE for that. :| Even the teacher &lt;u&gt;can't do that&lt;/u&gt;. She told us. Aha. My legs hurt! I only did 2 laps, well, 4 laps really but I walked so yeah. I hope I can do 4-lap at June. :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, the rainy day. That day was horrible! &lt;b&gt;My friend was the umbrella and y hood.&lt;/b&gt; Lol. ;P Ahihi. Oh, I can't think of anymore. :|:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday. Nothing much happened here. The normals. We had our fitness testing at PE. Err.. ENGLiSH. :"&gt; I labb it. Yee, that's it. Wow, my name. :)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FRidaYyY!&lt;/b&gt; Movie Night! We watched In My Life, half of it, and then Kimmy Dora! Oha. So fuun. Damn fun. Aha. And then at 4:30pm, there were thunderstorms and lightning. The time I went home. :o I was scared I panted and panted on my way home. Why does Lyra's house have to be far? Lol. Haha. &lt;uI survived &lt;/u&gt; nmn. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. Nothing good. 8-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeeeh. Go to next post. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-932384120098822263?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/932384120098822263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-heart-beats-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/932384120098822263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/932384120098822263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-heart-beats-fast.html' title='My heart beats fast.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-7958934096206280829</id><published>2009-11-15T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:11:27.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've known it for long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Somewhere between all our laughs, long talks, stupid little fights, and all our jokes, I fell in love. :* Ka-adeek. Heh.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang &lt;u&gt;boring&lt;/u&gt; ng day ko today. It's like someone placed a &lt;font color="ff77ff"&gt;boring potion&lt;/font&gt; in this day to make it boring. So yeah. Boring=nothing to say here. Lol. :D Wel, may konti cguro, if I can think of some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm.. err.. This morning, I woke up at 8:30am but I &lt;i&gt;jumped out of bed&lt;/i&gt; at 9am. I'm just too lazy to go up yet, and my eyes still felt like it's going &lt;s&gt;dead.&lt;/s&gt; Gawd, that'll hurt, won't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom &amp; dad were still sleeping at that time and I felt hungry. I searched on the ref, sa dining table, and the stove. Lol. I saw pans in there. Pans that have &lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt; in it. XD I opened the plate that I saw on the table and there was an egg and 2, wait, &lt;font color="ff0099"&gt;1 sausage.&lt;/font&gt; But the sausage is a bit big, s I just cut it in half and me &amp;&amp; my bro will share. I'm too lazy to cook egg. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You noticing something? I'm making it a little &lt;blink&gt;specific&lt;/blink&gt; so this entry will be kinda long. Looooong. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was noon well, not exactly noon but in the middle of morning and noon, my dad went to the laundry to, well, laundry. ^^ We don't have washing machine here eh. Nkka-inis nga. Errg.  He went home at 1:30 so that means we kinda ate our lunch a bit too late. Our regular lunch time is between 12 and 12:30. Crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yeah, after that nothing bad or good happened. Well, one good thing. &lt;b&gt;I ate Twix!&lt;/b&gt; Yum! I ate it since last year! Yum yum. :P Ok. Did I mention that I &lt;font color="9933cc"&gt;want to expand this a bit&lt;/font&gt;? Well, I found a better idea for that, not just making my day specific. :j&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pic I found on Tumblr. Just sharing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ks6cspsFrK1qzd98oo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is soo damn cute! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://8.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksggk8Gddc1qzb2hmo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I &lt;sup&gt;wish&lt;/sup&gt; I have a pool like that. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_kt3jyyarlf1qzelwgo1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;Expires=1258416382&amp;Signature=sbjvN9TrWd4isNlvSxf3qI5ebuc%3D"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell. Nde ako mgging gnyan noh. Pagntpos na high school. I'll be cheering! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksy881X11W1qzel7xo1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;Expires=1258416545&amp;Signature=mlSWQzwPuf6G2haqZLNlg%2B%2BnkIc%3D"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww. &lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending end here. :) I'm gonna search &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; on Tumblr. Well, it's a someone to be specific. Thank ya for reading! I LABB YOU. :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0099ff; font-size:180%;"&gt;Beiyee. 8-|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-7958934096206280829?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7958934096206280829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-known-it-for-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/7958934096206280829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/7958934096206280829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-known-it-for-long.html' title='I&apos;ve known it for long.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-8881273062160398576</id><published>2009-11-14T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T14:42:47.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you determined to be mines?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Should I be happy that we're friends or cry because I know that's only where we'll be? *Gosh, english pa eh. :|&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUDGE!&lt;/b&gt; I haven't been here for the last 2 weeks! Why does this &lt;blink&gt;always&lt;/blink&gt; happen to me!? Kidding. This might be the reasons why it's been like this. Dlwa lng ata eh. I'll think of more throughout the day. &gt;:D Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» On Saturday (last), not wait, Thursday of last week, I think, our connection got &lt;s&gt;off&lt;/s&gt;. We seriously have no idea how that happened. There's just probably a &lt;b&gt;small problem&lt;/b&gt; because of the fact that we installed a new TV thing. Yeah, you don't really care what happens after, db? Haha. Then on Monday, it suddenly went back. Woo! Imma so happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» My dad. Went the net got back, he kept on using and using it. I don't want to distract him or anything because bka &lt;u&gt;sasabog&lt;/u&gt; nnm sya. Literally. Lmao. Try dreaming with a dad like that. XD Kidding! &lt;i&gt;I love my dad&lt;/i&gt;, even though ganyan sya. Aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop: &lt;b&gt;&lt;blink&gt;The good ones.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blink&gt; This'll be random. By random, I mean the days. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» November 13. Yeah. &lt;s&gt;Friday the 13.&lt;/s&gt; Lol. I don't really believe that. Mga engot lang ang maniniwala dyan. ^^ Jk. &lt;u&gt;We watched 2012 last night!&lt;/u&gt; I had bad yet good nightmares. Yeah, it's not that horrifying but still..! Dko kya magka-gnun whenever I watch &lt;i&gt;suspenseful movies&lt;/i&gt;. Haha. I'm so stupid. Beat that! XD We watched it on 8:15 and then ntpos sya on 11pm! How freaky is that!? I though it's only until 10 or something. Ahaha. Well, I wasn't really surprised that it took almost 3 hours 'coz yeah, that's the length of most movies. Creaky. :D I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i681.photobucket.com/albums/vv178/homkorn/2012-Poster.jpg" border="0" alt="2012_1 Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» November 10. 11/10 Haha. I just felt like doing that. Like mo? &lt;s&gt;Copy it!&lt;/s&gt; Haha. I posted this in advance in my last post. I was wearing a jacket kind of thing, with a shirt inside it. And on the bottom, I have black pants (Really, black like black.) and the Ugs boots. Hell, I love them! :)) We sang 3 songs. On my last post, it said 4, right? Well Ms. McMillan said there's not engouh time to sing so yeah. Well, that's a good thing! Haha. Read my last post for more info on this. :D I'm too lazy to think what happened &lt;blink&gt;last Tuesday&lt;/blink&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» On Sunday, last, it's Udie's birthday! We celebrated it on Lyra's house, of course. She's her sister! Wafakels. :) It's so fun! We had disco nights (lol), watched MMK's Halloween special and more! I was almost not allowed to go tere but my dad changed his mind. Besides, it's boring at home. I thank my dad for that. :] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» Oh, I forgot. Yesterday, Chloe slash Claudia had a "surprise" birthday party at Lyra's place! Msya din sya. Lyra said we have to bring foods. I bought Timbits c/o my mom. Lol. Sadly, Chloe has to go home &lt;i&gt;before&lt;/i&gt; 5pm. Why is that?! It's her day, dba? Dpat ppygan sya ng parents nya to do whatever she wants. Well, only the good ones, of course. My parents are like that. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yeah. I think that's only the good ones since last last week. Since I just made this &lt;u&gt;in the morning&lt;/u&gt;, I'll try and edit this and yeah, even though this is long enough. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="ff0066"&gt;// - Edited the next day - \\&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, nothing much happened. In other words, it was &lt;font color="aaaaaa"&gt;boring.&lt;/font&gt; Well, except for the fact that I ate a chocolate cake. Lol. C/o my mom from her friend's birthday party. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the evening. It went &lt;s&gt;99.5%&lt;/s&gt; boring. Fudge! I barely got on the computer because my dad kept on using it, &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. Then when he went to work, my mom asked if she could watch &lt;font color="00ff33"&gt;"Dahil May Isang Ikaw"&lt;/font&gt; on TFCnow. I just said yes because I'm such a &lt;b&gt;goodie good girl&lt;/b&gt;. Lmaoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll probably end this now so I could do today's post. :D Lol. Keep on an eye out for it, huh? I'll publish it in the evening, I suppose. I only have an hour to go here for the afternoon. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the days are here to come,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0099ff; font-size:180%;"&gt;Beiyee. c[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-8881273062160398576?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8881273062160398576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-not-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/8881273062160398576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/8881273062160398576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-not-good.html' title='Are you determined to be mines?'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-4376021074180712902</id><published>2009-11-02T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:22:41.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're my only wish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;If I had one wish, boy. I wish you're next to me. That's the only thing I'll wish for because you're the only one that will complete my life. ♥&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went to another "Mga Payo ni Angelina" app on Facebook. Here's what it said: &lt;fotn color="ffff00"&gt;If you think you can't do it, you're right.&lt;/font&gt;&gt; HAHA. So stupid. XD Kidding. I love you Angelina! &lt;blink&gt;Xoxo. :*&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, good thing my dad's not working today because he's sick. Well, yeah, that's a bad thing, isn't it? Lol. &lt;u&gt;I don't have to walk to Lyra and take the bus!&lt;/u&gt; Wee! he'll hatid me. Gosh, I hatee my &lt;s&gt;grammar&lt;/s&gt;. :| But then when I went to my locker, I saw Lyra and Brisa! Ohemgee, they went to school before me?! Haha. Prang &lt;s&gt;first time&lt;/s&gt; un ah. Congratulations! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did another quote app thingy, whatever that's called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="ff6600"&gt;"huwag kang maniwala sa sinasabi ng iba. kung mahal mo siya, ipaglaban mo."&lt;/font&gt; ♥♥♥ I do that, as always. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Choir on the third class. Ate uhm, I forgot her name (sorry!) went "MOO" when we're on the auditorium practicing for the Remembrance Day. XD Speaking of Remembrance Day, we'll be singing on the assembly for R. Day! 4 songs, man! I hope I could stand singing those songs &lt;blink&gt;4 times&lt;/blink&gt;! Shoot. And our teacher? Ms. McMillian. She's like &lt;s&gt;sh*t&lt;/s&gt;. I hate her. We just moved the curtain on the back a little bit, and then she told us to got on the other side of the audi and looked at the stage. Fudge her, man. 8-| &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: DOWN! ♥ Lavyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me on Twitter please! I need followers! Just click the link on my "links" page. I'm too lazy to put it here. Sorry. :) Do you want me to follow you? &lt;i&gt;Follow me first&lt;/i&gt;. ;) Message me for more info. XD Such an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="cc66cc"&gt;He loves me, he loves me not. ^^&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;You'll be &lt;font color="ff0033"&gt;my only&lt;/font&gt;, no need to &lt;s&gt;worry&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;I can't take this, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0099ff; font-size:180%;"&gt;Beiyee. :-h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-4376021074180712902?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4376021074180712902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-my-only-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/4376021074180712902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/4376021074180712902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-my-only-wish.html' title='You&apos;re my only wish.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-2731366946407094293</id><published>2009-11-01T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:31:24.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This love is just one big mistake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Who would have thought? Who would have guessed? What are the chances that we'd make it through? After all the hurt this heart had ever had. What are the chances I would, still be standing here with you?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got that "quote" kind-of lyrics from my only Toni Gonzaga! Grabe, &lt;blink&gt;ONLY&lt;/blink&gt; tlga eh, noh? Lol. I love her and you can't take that away from me! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Hmm... Today. Well, nothing much happened for the last few hours. Just a little TV, a little &lt;u&gt;watching-on-TFC&lt;/u&gt; time, and chatting. Oh. And laundry. Ugh, I hate laundry. Could you do it for me next week? Lmao. You know, &lt;s&gt;nag-tutupi&lt;/s&gt; ka and stuff. Wlang ka-buhaybuhay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned something important today even though I feel like this day's &lt;blink&gt;boring&lt;/blink&gt;. ALWAYS ASK THE MALL iF SOMEONE FAMOUS iS COMiNG BEFORE HE/SHE COMES. :D Hell! I didn't get to see Justin Beiber today! They said he was sick and stuff. I'm so close to meeting him! Eh, I hope he feel's better soon. :] And I hope he'll come back again here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on a new layout again because nasawa nko sa layout nto. I just got it like, 5 days ago. :| I picked the wrong one, obviously. I can't find any good layouts! They're all &lt;font color="ff66ff"&gt;SOO GOOD!&lt;/font&gt; XD I don't know what to pick. Jeez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, uhm. I'll just end this right now 'cause I've got other things to do. Other things. ^^ I'll try and edit this throughout the night if I can. Thsi is too damn short, man! Like me! Yes, 5'2. Isn't that so short?! Lol. So random. :h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="ff3300"&gt;Keep dreaming, keep believing. You don't know what'll happen in the future.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;What are the chances?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0099ff; font-size:180%;"&gt;Beiyee. c;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-2731366946407094293?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/2731366946407094293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-love-is-just-one-big-mistake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/2731366946407094293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/2731366946407094293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-love-is-just-one-big-mistake.html' title='This love is just one big mistake.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-8363824132363943271</id><published>2009-10-31T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T15:32:54.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Count the countless heartbeat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I can count my feet, my toes and my hair strands, but I can't count my heartbeats for you, baby.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made another blog here in my own account. Cool, huh? Ngaun ko lng na found out. Bet you found that out years ago. Lol. Mind visiting it? I think wla pang posts dun because yeah, I just made it like, couple hours ago. It's like a book ba. It has the chapters and all. It's not that good, trust me. Besides, I'm not that of a big writer anyways. Keep that in mind, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fictionisticimagination.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://fictionisticimagination.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;font color="000000"&gt;I had a huge week due to that freakin' cell project&lt;/font&gt;. But with the hard work, it actually paid off. I had a creative yet hard-to-copy cell project. ü It has &lt;blink&gt;nerds&lt;/blink&gt;, &lt;s&gt;licorice&lt;/s&gt;, clay and a ball to represent a nucleus. It has more but I won't probably tell it here. Ma-bbored ka, pramis. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another hard homework I did was the &lt;i&gt;map&lt;/i&gt;. :) Because I &lt;blink&gt;skipped&lt;/blink&gt; last Monday on Socials, I kind of got late on making that map. I didn't put a background on it so yeah, I may get a low score, but I hope not. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I keep &lt;b&gt;forgetting&lt;/b&gt; the things that makes me remember you, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I can't forget your smile, your twinkling eyes, and your heart. I live to love you but yes, I know that you're not alive to love me. I accept that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I over you? Yeah, like I am. &lt;font color="ff66ff"&gt;I want to get over you but I still need you, leem. ♥ &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Anytime soon, you'll regret what you've done to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0099ff; font-size:180%;"&gt;Beiyee. c;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-8363824132363943271?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8363824132363943271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/10/count-countless-heartbeat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/8363824132363943271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/8363824132363943271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/10/count-countless-heartbeat.html' title='Count the countless heartbeat.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-8985838409245701987</id><published>2009-10-26T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:28:32.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did I ever think you're mine?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;It's possible that we're not going to be forever, but baby I'll be dying if that'll happen.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohlala. Dko feel going to school today 'coz of that f*cking &lt;s&gt;runny nose and cough&lt;/s&gt;. This is the 2nd time that I had these since September. I need that vaccine thingy! If I'm still like this tomorrow, I might as well just stay here at home rather than having the test in English. Ahaha. But I don't want to be late on taking that test. I'm all packed up. I have a test on Science on Wednesday, and a Math test as well. I also have a project due on Friday. The cell making thingy. &lt;blink&gt;Stupid week&lt;/blink&gt;. I hate this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here's a secret for you to keep a secret. &lt;strong&gt;NAG-SKiP AKO NG CLASS&lt;/strong&gt;. The 3rd period one. And here's a good catch: That'll just be my first and last skip. Better take note of that. So yeah, why bother telling the teacher/principal? I promise you that won't happen again :))) We went to Pauline's house first but then she said she &lt;u&gt;forgot&lt;/u&gt; here keys so we just went to the park near her house. But on the park, she remembered she has a duplicate key on their garden! Stupid Pauline. XD Jokes. I love you. :* Lol. So yeah then THEY watched the Michael Jackson Ghost on Youtube. Of course, I didn't watch. I'm too scared. They screamed and all. Yeah. That kind of thing. Then on 1:41, we went back to the school and went to our classes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Science class, last block, I got my GoCard! At last! I'll take a picture of it and put it on Friendster, okay? Ahaha. I look ugly in there. I recommend you just not to look in there. It'll burn your eyes to death! Lol. It's our ID and we can also use it for the bus so that when we turned 14, we can use the concession fare instead of the adult fare. Ahaha. Cool, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out now. I gotta review for my English test because I might go to school tomorrow. Ad do my Math homework. UGH. So many things to do. Lmao. Ciao! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Over and out, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0099ff; font-size:180%;"&gt;Beiyee. &lt;sup&gt;:-h&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-8985838409245701987?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8985838409245701987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-did-i-ever-think-youre-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/8985838409245701987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/8985838409245701987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-did-i-ever-think-youre-mine.html' title='Why did I ever think you&apos;re mine?'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-4880259155364040771</id><published>2009-10-25T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T22:22:03.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got nothing to hold on now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;When you know someone's not gonna come back, just go with it. You're just wasting your time. :[&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tried, freak. Got cough and cold again. &lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;STUPiD AUTUMN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt;! Changing weather, that's why. Lots of people get sick here at this time of the year. I didn't get my flu vaccine yet too. They said it's gonna go out on November. x[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Angel singing* My hair's &lt;u&gt;not frizzy&lt;/u&gt; anymore! I wonder why? Why oh why? Probably because I used my cap. Heck, don't think that's the most reasonable reason. Aha. :)) I've been using that cap since the summer and this is the first time my hair got un-frizzed! How I love this day when it comes to my hair! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made my decision: I won't be playing &lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pet Society&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt; for now. Why? First, because I don't have the time to play especially when this freakin' computer is slow.  Second, I'm a LOSEr there. Get it? Good for you. You don't? Then just don't tell yourself that you're gonna get it. Don't provocate yourself much. Haha! That's it. Yeah, that's it. Kung cno man ang sumama ang loob, I apologize. :) Please do understand, aryt? Well, I don't think anyone would even care about this thing. Haha! Edi wla din ako care s knila. Jokes! I love you dude. &lt;b&gt;You rock!&lt;/b&gt; \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a new topic here. We just bought a new printer! It's uhm, Epson something something. "Scentific" daw ksi eh. Lol. :)) It has a &lt;blink&gt;screen&lt;/blink&gt;! I love that part! But it's not touch screen, though. I hope it is. Our last one's, yuck. Not my type, soo much. I don't wanna talk about it. Sheheeees..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching ASAP '09. The part where Bea Alonzo celebrates her birthday. Even though we have &lt;s&gt;the same name&lt;/s&gt;, I still hate her. She thinks she's sexy but really, she's not. Ughh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End here? I'm not sure I'll be able to edit this. It's 10:19pm now! Probably not, right? Lol. Thanks for reading nlng. Thank you thank you thank you. :D Gonna continue watching ASAP here. &lt;strong&gt;I need Toni!&lt;/strong&gt; Kiddin' XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Hold on to me forever, I hope, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0099ff; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Beiyee. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-4880259155364040771?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4880259155364040771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-got-nothing-to-hold-on-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/4880259155364040771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/4880259155364040771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-got-nothing-to-hold-on-now.html' title='I&apos;ve got nothing to hold on now.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-7772501384099756598</id><published>2009-10-23T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T15:33:52.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't care anymore, really.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;Quotations:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Love is not blind. It sees, but it does not mind. ;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, starting now, I'll &lt;i&gt;probably&lt;/i&gt; make quotes every post. I don't know. Maybe I'm just doing it right now 'coz i've got enough time to &lt;s&gt;blab&lt;/s&gt; everything here. Lol. Yep, that's probably the reason. XD Got that from ate Charlene Ajose's premades on Ftalk. (By the way, &lt;u&gt;I love love love her siggies!&lt;/u&gt; XD) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a topic: Got this pick-up line on Facebook. &lt;i&gt;Msydong korni ung iba! :P&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatakot diba ang multo?? pero mas nakakatakot kapag nawala ka sa buhay ko..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love those apps. They make me &lt;s&gt;laugh na nkk-rindi&lt;/s&gt;, really. Lolz! Whoever started those apps, &lt;b&gt;I THANK YOU.&lt;/b&gt; :D Bwahaha. Try using them, soo cool! Well, if you have a Facebook account, of course. How on earth would you even use taht app if you don't have an Fb acc? Freaky, isn't it?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me no school today. Pro-D Provincial thingy day. No school! Internet all day! Woohoo. Another reason? I won't hear Romar's "&lt;s&gt;You bastos&lt;/s&gt;" wordlings. xP So annoying! That's probably the only words he know in this world! Kiddin' you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="green"&gt;In case you've seen him, tell him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I don't care&lt;/u&gt; anymore.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Him: "I think I can't take this anymore."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "About.. us.."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went *click* just like that. He made my heart fall into pieces. Yes, I'm pretty sure he can't fix it ever again. He said, "You haven't done anything wrong, you know." I knew there as something hiding from him, I knew it. Something he won't ever tell to me. Something deep that he think I can't accept it. &lt;i&gt;What the hell is he taking about?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he just said it right away, to finish it. The guilt felt right through me. He knew I'm angry, I knew he's not. It feels like I can't even breathe. &lt;u&gt;Does he really mean what he said?&lt;/u&gt; That's all I could think of. I'm angry, too angry. At that day, it's like I'm just floating on air doing nothing but cry. Especially if I was just keeping it between me and myself. I don't want to &lt;strong&gt;burst it out&lt;/strong&gt; 'cause pinapahirapan ko lng srli ko. I feel mixed up. Knowing that I know he won't come back to me anymore, especially when he's with that &lt;s&gt;girl&lt;/s&gt; now. Ugh. Sh*t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;My life's blank,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0099ff; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Beiyee. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-7772501384099756598?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7772501384099756598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-care-anymore-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/7772501384099756598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/7772501384099756598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-care-anymore-really.html' title='I don&apos;t care anymore, really.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-8688282949305293610</id><published>2009-10-20T17:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:27:05.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am waiting for you.</title><content type='html'>Wow, that was &lt;s&gt;one week&lt;/s&gt; since I posted here, huh?! Well, better now than never. Lol. I just don't have the &lt;i&gt;time&lt;/i&gt; to go here, y'know? HOLY CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yeah. Let's review what happened today, shall we? Hahaha. Went to school in the morning, of course. BUT before going to school, I went to the public library to drop in some books. They might be overdue now. Bwahaha. =D Then i just walked to the schol since the school is like, 50 steps away! Approximate, mate. I didn't even count my steps. Too lazy little kiddie. *tsk tsk Aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my Reading class. It was fun, well, interesting might be a better word. We read &lt;b&gt;The Experiment&lt;/b&gt;. So suspenseful. You should read it. It's like, 3 pages long. Seriously, it is. It's a story about a man who tried to make an experiment on the human's cleverness. He's trapped in a cell and he has to find a way out. There are no windows, stuff like that, and there's a door but it's metal and it's hard to open. And there's a light but it's covered with a metal shield so the man can't get it. Yeah, and then in the end he didn't really find the way out. Here's an even more catch: he only got 3 hours there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New topic, eh? Had PE. With Ms. Jones. We played field hockey. Eh, not that fun but it's okay. You'll get used to it when you play lots. And we have a test on Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch after that. Well, I actually have dance practice. How fun was that?! We plaed with our names, stuff like that. Wish you were there. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might as well end this now. I've got a test on Science tomorrow. See ya laturss! Maybe on Friday? 'Coz we dno't haev school. Aha. AND I get to play Pet Society which I haven't played in a week! Grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="ff3399"&gt;Bea. Yee. Biee. :3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-8688282949305293610?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8688282949305293610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow-that-was-one-week-since-i-posted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/8688282949305293610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/8688282949305293610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow-that-was-one-week-since-i-posted.html' title='Here I am waiting for you.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-336319581274069909</id><published>2009-10-13T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T17:09:00.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me plus you, lemme tell you one time.</title><content type='html'>ONE TIME! Yes, One Time! I'm liking that song now. Before, I used to hate that a lot but my friend was addicted to it, like, she keeps on playing the song so I got addicted to it too. Grr... x] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, I heard on the radio that Justin Beiber has an autograph signing in Metrotown on Nov. 1! I'm soo gonna go there, REALLY. Wanna come? Haha. Try going here before Nov. 1. Lol. :D Of course, I'll have a picture with him and an autograph! I'll post it here, don't cha worry. ;) You'll have the chance of seeing his autograph. Hihi. But the bad news is, I don't know if I'll be able to go to the mall with my friends only. :( Hate that. And another bad news: There might be a lot, A LOT of people outside of Urban Behaviour! Shizz. Ugh. I hope that won't happen. Well, of course that'll happen for sure. Justin Beiber is soo popular right now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this'll be a short post for now because I've got a lot of things to do, well, not really a lot but I've got things to do. And besides, I can only go here for like, 30minutes or so. Man, so short. I won't be able to play Pet Society. MAN!! Bye now! We've got a project and I still have to research on it! Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-336319581274069909?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/336319581274069909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-plus-you-lemme-tell-you-one-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/336319581274069909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/336319581274069909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-plus-you-lemme-tell-you-one-time.html' title='Me plus you, lemme tell you one time.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-7416652224778080292</id><published>2009-10-11T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:13:13.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You made my heart fall into pieces.</title><content type='html'>I woke up at around 8:45am. I wasn't that tired as much when I woke up. The reason why I woke up is because there wasn't light in the bedroom! Yes, I'm not used to sleeping without a light yet. Yeah, childish right? Don't care. Psshh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Big Breakfast from McDonald's courtesy of my dad. He probably went to McDonald's after he got home from work. I just got the McCrepes though. Don't care again. Actually, there's pretty much the same. With sausages, eggs, cheese, and a bread with syrup in it, looks like pancakes. And I also had a delicious Hot Chocolate from McDo too! Wee. I love my breakfast. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me and my brother went to Lyra's house to go ice skating! Wee. So fun. We took the bus and yeah. Then we walked from the bus stop on 53rd to the ice rink. It's not a far walk, I tell you. Just a few energy was used. Re-used, I guess. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went there, of course, we payed and well, yeah. Then we saw Kuya Lance and Kuya Marc there. They used their bikes so they were there earlier than us. Grr.. Anyways, we went paying. Then we got our skates and luckily, I got the white one! I've been waiting to used than since forever! Lol. :D Then wore our skates. It wasn't that hard to put it, but it was harder than the skates I wore before. They probably got new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were done, we waited for the rink to finish "cleaning." The truck thingy, whatever that's called, was taking the used ice off. Then *dum* we got on the rink! I used 2 cones for 10 seconds. Then I used 1 cone after. I can't, well, I can but I'll fall, skate without cones for now. A begginer lng po! Sorry for some inconvenience there. Haha. Anyways, there, we skated. Kuya Marc was actually good at skating! I hate him but in a good way. ;) Then we saw Karman and Calvin guys in there watching. Then we saw Karen and Crisalyn there paying for their skates. Karen know how to skate too! Hate ehr too, but in a good way. ;) Crisalyn was at the level like mine's. Not really a perfectionist on skating. But woh cares? At least we had fun. That's all that matters. :) After a few miutes, we saw Ate Sarah and Pauline V. in there too. Ate Sarah can't skate 'coz she doesn't have money to pay the skates. Aww.. Anyways, yeah, we skated and skated and skated 'til our feet hurts. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then 3:15 came so we have to go out of the rink. The public skating was finished. Took off our skates then haeded back home, waking. ut first, we have to play to the park! Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Marc let us use his bike but Pauline should be first. Then Lyra, then me! Wow, that bike was high, but I can still reached it. After that we played there and yeah. It was fun. SO fun. Wis you were there. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home afterwards. Went to our normal lives again. *Sigh* That sure was fun. I wish we can do that again too. But it's winter though! It'll be cold when we go skate! Grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the rest went smoothly, of course. Okay, I'll probably end this now. Gotta sleep! Oh, happy thanksgiving y'all! It's a holiday tomorrow too! Yipee! Going to Metro too. :] Nytie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I thank you for you.&lt;br /&gt;Eyee. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-7416652224778080292?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7416652224778080292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-made-my-heart-fall-into-pieces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/7416652224778080292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/7416652224778080292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-made-my-heart-fall-into-pieces.html' title='You made my heart fall into pieces.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-3226572229591406277</id><published>2009-10-10T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:43:26.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You have no idea when this'll end.</title><content type='html'>M: Forgot everything, I mean everything that happened there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: Hmm.. I think I forgot that too. Yup, gettin' old here, my man. We all get old though, right? No one will get younger. Well, maybe younger outside, but not inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W: It's my dad's birthday! After school, my dad picked me up from school so we could buy an ice cream cake from my beloved Dairy Queen! ♥ We got the "original" one. I want the cookies n' cream one though. But I don't care, really. All I care about that the fact that it's an ice cream cake! Lol. I  also had an interview for the Dance Squad thing. Talked to me about my dance life. Yeah, whatever. My mom made a spaghetti too. Oh by the way, I call it "spaghettini" Cool, huh? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TH: Err.. Just had school, that's all. Well, we ate at Dairy Queen again. Yes, we are the group where we can't stand a week without going to DQ! I always get, well, not always, get Caramel MooLatte. &lt;3 Addict! Lol. Get used to it. Don't really make a lot of exceptions about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: We had half-day school yesterday! Wee. :) Went to Trudeau again after school, of course. x] Had hanging out life there. Then played Truth or Dare at the field with Lyra, Pauline M., Juma and Calvin. So fun! Wish you were there. Lmao. Fun I tell you, fun! Then went to Lyra's house and hag out for an hour, I think. Then yeah, the day has ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S slash Today: Woke up at 8:30am. I was supposed to woke up at 9 but I remembered my internet life so yeah. Went to the internet right after I ate breakfast. Addicted? Well, yes, yes I am. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at 2:15, I went to George Park to hang out with Lyra (again) Calvin guys, Che-Ann and more. It was just a simple hang out thing. Talked and talked ang played at the playground. Yeah, it was fun. Wis you were there, again. Lol. I left there at 3:20 or something. My dad picked me up, again. Then yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day went smoothly, as usual. Ate at PinPin for dinner then went here again! Tomorrow again, I pormise you. Aryt, well, I gotta go. I have to play Pet Society for now. Then I'll go to sleep. Ciao! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-3226572229591406277?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3226572229591406277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-have-no-idea-when-thisll-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/3226572229591406277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/3226572229591406277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-have-no-idea-when-thisll-end.html' title='You have no idea when this&apos;ll end.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-6283944575428434432</id><published>2009-10-03T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T20:34:14.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He made me fall apart.</title><content type='html'>Highlights of the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got new highlights! Kidding. Yeah, I hope that'll come true someday. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined the dance squad. The moves aren't that hard, though. You just have to get groovin' to get it. Lol. Yesterday,  we didn't go to the practice because someone want to go visit his &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;special admirer&lt;/span&gt; Haha. Well, I guess we've quitted. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed my timetable. F*ck that reading test! The vice principal, Mr. Harapnuick, whom Pauline V. calls me his "best friend", told me that my reading was low and I have to get a reading class. So they took of my French class and mixed my timetable up a little. New timetable, here it comes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1:&lt;br /&gt;Reading. x(&lt;br /&gt;PE. :))&lt;br /&gt;Music. \m/&lt;br /&gt;English. ;p&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2:&lt;br /&gt;Math. :o&lt;br /&gt;Tech. Ed :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socials =))&lt;br /&gt;Science ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I kinda liked my new timetable. Wipee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plurkyy! I'm so close to nirvana now! My karma's 81.03! And I got new emoticons. I love them to death! Especially the "Haha" emoticon. That laughs me a lot. That sentence wasn't even right, right? Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother cut his bangs. Damn! That got him more uglier than ever! It's not pantay! I wonder why he cut it? Maybe it's for his special someone, huh?! Haha. Oh, by the way, I thought my dad's gonna react weirdly about it again, but surprisingly, he didn't! Wonder what he ate? Hmm.. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. Felt broken ever again. :( Don't ask why. Well, yes, it's related to the title, well, whatever. Nytie, you guys! I'll play some more on Facebook. Before school week starts. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-6283944575428434432?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/6283944575428434432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/10/he-made-me-fall-apart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/6283944575428434432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/6283944575428434432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/10/he-made-me-fall-apart.html' title='He made me fall apart.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-4387002474229531729</id><published>2009-09-28T16:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T16:19:27.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abussshh.</title><content type='html'>This week's highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Didn't go to school 'coz of sinat, cold, and cough. I am able to go to school but my dad just got exaggerated and stuff. Grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Went to Lyra's house after school. 1:45pm. We practiced for the Dance Squad auditions. MAN! Lotsa steps it there, ayt. I think that was Ate Sarah's brother who taught us the moves. The song is "Nasty Girl" by someone whom I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY: Mom got surgery. Don't know what that was for. :| Had our Day 2 schedule for school. I love my day 2 classes! Especially the English class. We barely have rules in there! We're allowed to chew gum, talk to people, or should I say chat. And the lessons aren't that hard as I thought it would be. My second fave subject was Socials Studies. We moved to a new room. Mr. Bodnar didn't tell us why. Eh, what the heck? Our new room isn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the rest of the day was smooth. Went to DQ after school. Had MooLatte! Sooo delicious! Got the caramel one. I'm trying on getting the mocha one next. Haha! Have to go now. Friendster, here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-4387002474229531729?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4387002474229531729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/09/abussshh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/4387002474229531729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/4387002474229531729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/09/abussshh.html' title='Abussshh.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-589037329131778444</id><published>2009-09-20T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:15:01.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 days</title><content type='html'>It was exactly 7 days since I posted here. Dang that school. Always budging on my surfing-the-net time. Ugh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within that week, I made, well, me and Lyra made new friends at JO. Uhm, 2 Paulines, Manuel, and more. Yeah, glad that happened. Phew! Oh! And on my Science class, we already had a test! Wait, quiz I think. And that quiz was on the overhead and I can barely see it! I'm so glad that the quiz isn't a big part of the mark. Term mark. Wee. Starting that day, I'll always bring my glasses. You might not know. There might be a surprise quiz anytime then the stupid teacher uses the stupid overhead. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we take a look at today? Hmm.. 95% chance of sun and 10% chance of rain. Kidding! i made that up, of course. But honestly, it didn't rain much today. Wee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to church this morning at about 11:00am. We we're hurrying I think. We were kinda late at the mass but gladly it wasn't near the end. Then we went to Fraser St. because my mom had to go to the doctor for check-up. I don't know what's that. Then of course, we dropped her off at her work. Then hurried back home because my dad wants to go to sleep. Dad sleeping=free computer time! Love it! Lol. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that the day went smoothly. Now, off to play on Facebook again! Gotta catch up on Pet Society! Catcha laturs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-589037329131778444?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/589037329131778444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/09/7-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/589037329131778444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/589037329131778444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/09/7-days.html' title='7 days'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-8691580766013463450</id><published>2009-09-13T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:13:56.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean Up.</title><content type='html'>NP: Someone's Always Saying Goodbye - TG. (Loooove her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of a reason why my parents wanted to have to clean up our house. Probably it's about something &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt; that that old guy from our upstairs said yesterday night. Something about dampness? Whatever. So yeah. We, well, literally, my parents, clean the so-called garage. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NP: Down. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the place here in our house where we put all our insignificant stuff here. Like our luggages, stuff like that. It's like, a huge pile of thing! It's pretty small though, so you could can't fit like, big stuffs there, or else it'll POP! XD I guess two small persons can fit in there, I don't know. And also, it stinks. Not like a fly would die in there, you know. A little freshener might fix it, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side, our luggages was placed outside, for some sun. Not only our luggages, most of the things in our so-called garage was there too. It's just like a garage sale in there! Woah. xP Then we just placed it there until last hour, I think. Our upstairs said we should take all of the things off because their going to mow their grass. So stupid. 8-| Hoho. I just think mowing is stupid, that's all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we dropped our mom off to work. Tim Hortons! Yum. Anyways, that's our daily routine every Sunday here. Haha.Then went to the grocery store, Superstore. Hoho. Then ate dinner. We had the chicken from Superstore my dad bought because he's too lazy to cook. :| &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go now, I guess. Play Pet Society. Gotta catch up before weekdays come! I won't have time to be online here again. I HOPE I can have some time to be online, though. To update this. Okay, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-8691580766013463450?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8691580766013463450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/09/clean-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/8691580766013463450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/8691580766013463450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/09/clean-up.html' title='Clean Up.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-4867133096751922978</id><published>2009-09-12T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T08:12:39.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate school days.</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted anything here since, uhm, last SUNDAY! 8-| I hate school days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Forgot EVERYTHiNG that happened there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: First day of classes. :( We got our timetables, stuff. Went home at 11am. Just took the bus. How dang is the first day?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: This was the day when the classes starts. Who puts PE on first class? Ugh! Anyway, yeah. We had break, period 2, lunch, period 3 then 4. Then off to go home. I had a Science homework already! Oh well, it wasn't that hard as I thought i would be. By the way, here's my timetable. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1:&lt;br /&gt;P1-PE :|&lt;br /&gt;P2-Science.&lt;br /&gt;P3-Music/Choir.&lt;br /&gt;P4-French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2:&lt;br /&gt;P1-Math.&lt;br /&gt;P2-Tech Ed. :)&lt;br /&gt;P3-Social Studies.&lt;br /&gt;P4-English! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'ya get it? Hoho. Don't think so. ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: I had my day 2 sched. here. On S.S, we just had a get-to-know thingy! We didn't do any "Social Studies Thing" thing. 8-| Hoho. And, I love my English class! Ms. MacPhee isn't so strict. And in S.S and English, we're allowed to have gum! Just don't pop it or put it on desk. Wee! I love those classes. Too bad they're the last 2. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: We went to Trudeau after class! It's only our half day so yeah. We met the new grade7's. Yeah. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Doing my own "Daily Sched" again. I finished my assignments yesterday. I'll eat breakfast now. HUNGRY! Haha. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-4867133096751922978?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4867133096751922978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/09/hate-school-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/4867133096751922978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/4867133096751922978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/09/hate-school-days.html' title='Hate school days.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-4232081044775158737</id><published>2009-09-06T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:47:46.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good thing.</title><content type='html'>Wow. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Himala!&lt;/span&gt; I 50% did my daily sched! Oh my gulay! I think this happened to me because it's going to be back to school. Eek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Change. Well, I have a question about Sorority Life. An app on Facebook. What's your minimum money if your, for example, on level 31 or something? Just askin' because I have a feeling that I'm not a normal leveler thingy. Whatebur. Don't get it huh? :))) That's fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, SARAH! If you read this, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Wee. Got nothing to say. 8-| But I think she doesn't even know that I have a blog thing. Haha. Nevermind. She's currently my Ate for now. For 3 month! :))) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably go now. I'll go on FFS. Someone bought my pet! Grr.. Haha. That's what Friends For Sale is for. STEAL YOUR PETS. :| Okay, haha! Nytie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-4232081044775158737?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4232081044775158737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/4232081044775158737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/4232081044775158737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-thing.html' title='Good thing.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-7257494917861392226</id><published>2009-09-05T13:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T13:22:01.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Drunk!</title><content type='html'>OMFG! I have a new song addiction! Love Drunk by Boys Like Girls! I soo love that song. I don't know when that song came out though. I have it on my playlist. If it's yor lucky day, you might be able to hear it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyweiz, 3 more days 'til school! So nervous. Probably, Grade 8's going to be like, my life in DLA. I've got no time to do anything at night! Study, study, study! I hope it's not really going to be like that, though. I can't update the things I do here. I'm not barely ready for school but there's some things I haven't bought yet. I hope I can buy them tomorrow. By the way, we're going to start our lessons on the second day! Whatta freak. They should give us like, that week to relax on our new school. And to memorize where our rooms are. :| I bet most of it is going to be far from each other. AND I hope not most of my class is on the 3rd floor. Wua! Seriously. AND I hope me and Lyra can be on the same class. Literally, all of it. Kidding! That won't happen, I know that. But at least I hope some class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooving on! Now, what stuff can I talk about here? Hmm.. I'm here today, Saturday, a morning time, because my dad isn't here! He's in a "school" which I don't really know what it is. 8-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing good happened today. Meaning nothing happened intersting today. Okay, I think I'll prepare our lunch now. I have that hungry geeling again. :( Okay, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-7257494917861392226?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7257494917861392226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-drunk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/7257494917861392226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/7257494917861392226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-drunk.html' title='Love Drunk!'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-3670461090730707073</id><published>2009-09-04T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:28:45.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>After all these &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;days&lt;/span&gt; I found the new code for my Friendster profile! Yipee! I've been looking for the right code since like, 3 months ago! The only hard, very hard part of it is finding out the lock code. x] What's the lock code, you ask? ______ ü I won't tell it to you, of course. Why would I?! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing alluring happened today 'cause like I said, every Thursday and Friday, I only do my "daily sched." Too bad I won't do it anymore starting Tuesday because it's BACK TO SCHOOL! :D Can't wait. I'm kind of nervous and hating it at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll end this now. I'm going to eat right now. I'm soo hungry! For breakfast, I just ate 2 loaf of bread. And Milk, I think. Yeah, that's all. Okay, I can't take this anymooore! Tnx for reading! God speed! :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-3670461090730707073?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3670461090730707073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/09/yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/3670461090730707073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/3670461090730707073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/09/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-5871500839147580134</id><published>2009-09-03T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:27:23.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentist.</title><content type='html'>Tuesday: Hmm.. Tuesday? I think that was the day when we went to the dentist. On his office, there was a Nintendo64. Of course, we played it. By the way, isn't it like made in 1990's? Or 1980's? Haha. Then yeah, there goes the dentist doing his thing. Blahblahblah. Before he did his "thing," he first showed us about our tooth. Like, what happens when you get a toothache, and stuff like that. Anyways, yeah. My brother's after me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done with the dentist, we ate at Church's right in front of the clinic thing. Haha! We ate right after we're on the dentist! How freaky is that? Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom saw a salon on on the street and then obviously, we went there. She had highlight on her hair. XD Then I had a haircut too. Haha. Then yeah, I forgot what happens after that. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Nothing unusual happened yesterday, I think. I don't know! Maybe.. well, I kind of did my "daily sched" again because I didn't go outside with my mom to buy some foods and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: I surely did my daily sched here. I always do it every Thursday and Friday, mostly, because my parents aren't here to scold me here. &gt;:) Hoho! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more days 'til school! So excited! It's going to be on Tuesday. Don't worry, I'll post pictures of my "new yet ugly" school. Haha! Ugly, ugly, ugly. Check the pictures out on my friendster account. &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/beiyee06"&gt;Please click here.&lt;/a&gt; I might post it on Friday because I'll be super, super busy when school starts. I might even have low karma on plurk because probably, I won't be here, in front of the PC everyday. :( I'll try to go here, though. To update this blog too, my games on facebook, that kind of stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably go now. I'll play Sorority Life on Facebook. It always pisses me off! People fight me so I lost money, and those people, I don't even know them! Ugh! Okay, I'll go now. Wavey! Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-5871500839147580134?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/5871500839147580134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/09/dentist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/5871500839147580134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/5871500839147580134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/09/dentist.html' title='Dentist.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-8749980395340696573</id><published>2009-08-31T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:02:11.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worthless.</title><content type='html'>Nothing interesting really happened today. Except for the reason that I have taekwondo today. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have taekwondo every Monday. Now, I don't know when's the end of this stupid thing. x] They haven't told us anything about it yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change topic! I've got nothing to say about that taekwondo now. Hmm.. well, I'm planning on changing my layout.. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; because I found a better one. To tell you the truth, I'm don't really like my old layout that much. I'll try to change it today or tomorrow. Whatever my life chose to do. Haha. ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to go. I'm gonna take a bath for taekwondo now. Yes, It's a small entry today, but I don't care. :P Okay, thanks for reading! Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-8749980395340696573?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8749980395340696573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/worthless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/8749980395340696573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/8749980395340696573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/worthless.html' title='Worthless.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-53830348435387562</id><published>2009-08-30T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:00:54.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jampack.</title><content type='html'>Yes, haven't posted anything since Friday because you know.. I'm busy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Forgot what happened that day. Well, I only remembered that I didn't do my daily schedule. Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Hmm.. We had back to school shopping yesterday. We spent $130.38 for it! And it's not even complete! I have to get 8 binders! 8! I can't believe we have to buy 8 binders. Stupid high school. I only got 5 binders for now, so that it won't be too much. I'll buy 3 more on the first week of school, i think.Yeah, then, you know what you buy when you do your back to school shopping, ayt? Pencils, pens, erasers, glue, locker stuff, (i bought a small whiteboard already! Haha.) you get what I mean. Then, yeah. Off to our homes again. I was supposed to buy a new backpack at the mall but when we were almost there, I just realized that it's closed! Dang. I already know what I'll buy when I go there so it's not really a big problem when we go buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Well, nothing much happened today, really. But it's still morning, afternoon I guess, so I might add more here while the day's still.. here. Hihi. OH! It's together again! My "C" gave that loving smile, again! Wee! So happy. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to go. My dad's gonna wake up any minute now. x) Hoping that he won't see this. Butterflies in my tummy! Eek. Okay, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-53830348435387562?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/53830348435387562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/jampack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/53830348435387562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/53830348435387562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/jampack.html' title='Jampack.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-7202976408102313839</id><published>2009-08-27T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:10:37.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PNE!</title><content type='html'>Wednesday: Yay! Fun fun day! We went to PNE yesterday and wooh! Was that ever fun! We first went to 7-11 for a discount thingy pass. It costs $32. It's already on a discount! Ugh. Nyways, we had a free entrance pass from our school. It came with the report card. Now that'll be less $30 for us. That's only the entrance pass, my friend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we're on the way to PNE, we have to go to the street where there's a lot of drug addicts around. Eek. I can't believe we have to go there. I was pretty terrified at that time, so I always hold my mom's arms so I won't be away from her in case, you know. Then we saw the bus, do our thing, yeah. Then we're now in the corner of PNE! So excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people were going to PNE too, of course. It's like, their only place in the city on summer without the boredom. Get what I mean? So then, we gave our passes and stuff. We entered with a lot of energy used. It was so long from the entrance through the actual place! Damn. There was a lot of food stands on our sides. I don't even know where to go first. Then my mom wants to go to the bathroom so we looked for a bathroom then we found a gigantic billboard that says "To the men/women bathroom" with an arrow on it. We went, of course. Inside, it's like a farm with farm animals in there! With plants growing too! Love that place. It was the first time I saw an actual cow right in front of me! The cow really wants to be petted but I was scared! His/her head might bump in my arms and stuff. But I was really dying to pet him/her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we continued our walk then we found a playpen! We quickly ran to the line because there's a whole lot of people lining up too, i tell ya. We get to pet the animals and feed them and stuff. I once petted a lamb and wooh! I so love his/her fur! It's so soft and it's like you're just on the carpet. Then it was time for us to go out of the playpen then we found a pig and duck race going on! Wow, I can't believe what I saw. It's like... fun! Those are really my first times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we found the actual Playland. That's the place where you have rides and all. We once rode a ride called Crazy Beach Party. It's like, a circle thing and it goes uh.. I don't really know what it's called. Can't explain it, sorry. Anyways, I got dizzy! I still wanna play but I can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to the place where you try and pop the balloon, for example. I actually did it, and then I got Skittles! He's a teddy bear/dog kind of thing. I called her Skittles 'cause that's what I ate before I got her. :D Then we saw a game where you push the button then water comes out and you try to put it on the thingy to get a guitar! I've always wanted a guitar! I was dying for that game So I quickly played it and stuff, but I didn't get lucky. 3rd place, I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the water slide! The most fun ride of them all! We went two times. I got wet, obviously. I should've got the picture of us so that I can show you! It's so fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that ends the day. I canged my wet clothes on McDonalds. :| Good thing my dad brought clothes or else our car would be wet. :$ Haha. Fun fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: It's an Okay kind of day today, I tell you. He told me that we should go on with our lives and you know, kind of separate for now. :( He told that to me lie, 100 times already but we would make up the next day. ^^ Haha, he's so weird. That's why I like him. ♥ Most people in the world don't know that we're, yeah. I guess even you don't know it, right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, have to go now, seriously, It's 10pm and I got to go brush, shower, and so on. Dang, got addcited to "so on" because of my teacher last year" 8-| Okay, good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-7202976408102313839?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7202976408102313839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/pne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/7202976408102313839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/7202976408102313839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/pne.html' title='PNE!'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-4521052727172007332</id><published>2009-08-25T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:22:28.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, crud.</title><content type='html'>As they say. Another day, another life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out something! On Mixpod, you can now change the name! Wow. I've been waiting for it since like, i don't know, last year?! End. Just telling ya. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to say here, really. Well, there's one but I think you don't really care about it at all. My mom is taking her driver's test today. Yeah, we hope she'd pass. She had like, 3 tests already and still, she didn't pass. Hmm.. I'll have that freakin' test 3 or 5 years from now. Wee! xD I still don't know what car I'll buy though. I'm not really interested in looking for my future cars right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, have to go now. Wow, short post today, huh? I'm watching Chowder right now and it's pretty hard to type and watch at the same time, especially if the TV is on your back. x| You always have to move your body. Ugh. Ok. Thanks for reading! God speed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-4521052727172007332?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4521052727172007332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-crud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/4521052727172007332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/4521052727172007332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-crud.html' title='Oh, crud.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-9004602872870168237</id><published>2009-08-24T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:07:03.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah blah blah.</title><content type='html'>As you can see, again, I've got a new layout. x) I do love the other one but someone tried to steal it so I changed it again. This one makes my computer slow. Does your computer get slow too? Probably not. This PC is so.. dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. what more? There's nothing really interesting happened today, except for the reason that I have taekwondo again. x| I don't know if this is the last session or what. Stupid belt thingy. That's the reason why I think it's not the last session. I'm still on the white belt, going onto orange, I think, or yellow. Whatever. So, yeah, my heart keeps pumping and all. Need to keep track of that damn instructor. That instructor isn't really that bad compared to that other instructor. Sh*t. She makes me go mad whenever I see her. She gets angry for no reason at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap, school's starting on 2 weeks. Dang that fast calendar! :| I still didn't have a back-to-school shopping time yet. Probably next week though. But my mom said it's hard to shop for school supplies if you don't know exactly what you're going to buy, which is true. I might as well just do the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dump and buy&lt;/span&gt; thingy. Put something on the cart the after a few minutes, go buy it. It's like I really don't care that there's a reccesion! That ol' stupid thing. But how come the school doesn't give a list of what to buy? Not like DLA, they give a list of what to buy before the school starts. :( Darn, here goes the drama again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why I always express today? Dang, darn, damn, sh*t, stupid.. Ugh. Eek &lt;&lt; that one also. Haha. :P Freak, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, have to go for taekwondo now. DANG! xDD Haha! Okay, see ya laturs! &gt;:D&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-9004602872870168237?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/9004602872870168237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/blah-blah-blah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/9004602872870168237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/9004602872870168237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah blah blah.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-4264686411497963121</id><published>2009-08-23T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:10:20.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yipee!</title><content type='html'>Dang, forgot to make a post yesterday, but it's in purpose though. Don't have much time to make one. Well, nothing really happened yesterday, or maybe I just forgot them. Grr.. I forget stuff easily especially the insignificant ones. Oh, and the bad ones, of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was in a mixed feeling. In the morning - well, let's just say afternoon 'cause it's almost noon at that time - we went on the new Canada Line to try it on. It's a train which lets you have a trip to most of Vancouver and Richmond. (Look it up on Google if you don't know where they are) I think we had to go around twice. One of the stations is the Oakridge Mall, which, by the way, is pretty small, smaller than SM Molino, I guess. ^^ It's too horrible! I'm not like those types of people that likes joyrides and stuff. Well, I kind of like it because of the scenery and all. In a scale of 10, I'll just give it a 3. Haha, that's how much I hate going there! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we dropped my mom off her work. We had Iced Capp along the way home. When we came home, I quickly watched ASAP. I'm supposed to watch it this morning but my dad went on the PC and did his thing. *tsk tsk Then there goes the dancing, singing, blahblah. Then suddenly, Toni Gonzaga's name was mentioned and I got more active! Haha. By the way, still love her. :* She sang "Stuck With Each Other" with Piolo Pascual. Guess what?! That was the song I requested in ASAP's Multiply site! Woohoo! They made one of my dreams come true! Toni singing one of my favorite songs! Love it! I got hyper and told people, even my dad. I don't really tell him much about Toni Gonzaga and stuff, but not until now! I got too hyper that I was supposed to get a cup of cappuccino and didn't continue it because I might get much more hyper! Don't believe me?! Watch ASAP. It's kind of in the end, but not really. Before Kanto Boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Kanto Boys. Haha. Luis Manzano, Billy Crawford, Vhong Navarro, John Lloyd Cruz, Love them! They're so funny when they try to be gay and all. Lol. I also get hyper when they come out. :P Why are they called Kanto Boys? Because they're just still on the trying-to-be level. But of course, they have their own talents. But what I mean by trying to be is the singing stuff, I guess. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all for today. Going to play on Facebook now. And plurk. Haha. Ok, Thanks y'all for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-4264686411497963121?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4264686411497963121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/yipee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/4264686411497963121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/4264686411497963121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/yipee.html' title='Yipee!'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-4562272555441077135</id><published>2009-08-22T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T15:54:28.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me.</title><content type='html'>This is a FULL TAGALOG ZONE for now, okay? I'm going to tell something about a person and I don't want her to know this. I hope you understand. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khpon, kaarawan ng kaibigan ko, or cguro sa icp ko lng. May party sya e. D nya ako ininvite. Euan ko kung sinasadya nya un o totoo. Naguusap kmi ng dlwa ko pang kaibigan na-ininvite nya sa party nya. Sbi nla, kkunin nla ako pagnka-dting n cla sa bhay nung may birthday. Nung dumating ung isang ka-chat ko, tumawag cla sa bhay nmin. Sbi nya may bad news daw sya. Tpos d n nya tinuloy at sbi ttwgan nya ako ult. Nag-hintay ako. Oo, mejo mtgal. Tpos mmya-mya, may komatok sa pintuan nmin, cla na un. Ang dmi, grabe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung pgka-kuha nla sken, alam mo? Ung may birthday, bihira akong kinakausap. Tnong ko sa srili ko kung bkt? Prang bang ayaw nya ako sumali sa party nya?! D lng sya kumikibo, gnun. Tpos ang normal na kaibigan ko, magttnong kung nsan ung regalo nya. D man lng sya nag-tnong e! Ano b tlga ang ginawa ko at nglit sya ng gnun-gnun lng? Totoo b kya syang kaibigan o kunwari lng?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tpos un, nag-ttwnan cla, lalaro, pra bang mga gngwa pag may-party. D p nya tlga ako kinikibo e. Sa buong pag-lalaro nla, isang tnong lng ang nsa icp ko e, ano ba ang gnwa kong msma at ginalit ko ang aking kaibigan? May tatlong tao lng dun na ako'y kinakausap e. Ayoko muna sbihin kung cno cla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tpos may nhnap kming diary. Usisero cla dun. At biglang umulan nun hbang binabsa NILA ung diary. Pmnta kmi sa garahe nla. Dpt ksi sa loob kya lang tkot cla at bka ung may-ari ng diary na binabasa nila ay ptay na at ngglit sya sa knila. Kung cno may un. Tpos umulan n tlga ng mlkas tpos pmnta n kmi sa loob, sa kwarto nya kung bga. Iniwan nmin ung diary ksi nga bka daw mgglit ung may-ari. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aun, cnbi n ng nanay ng may-ari na kkain n cla. Tinawgan ko tatay ko sa aking cellphone at gsto ko ng lumayo. May isa pang rason kung bkt ako curious s knya, nung kumain n cla, d man lng nya ako tinanong kung bkt ko na tinatwgan ang tatay ko. Wla syang pake e, cguro. Nag-bgay lng ng kutsara ung isang na-invite dun. Cnbi ko n lng kay ________ na aalis n ako. Tpos sya na ng-sbi dun sa celebratant na aalis n ako. Nag-kunwari nlng ako sa tatay ko na tpos na ung party pra mklalis n ako at d mphiya. Cnbi ko sa nanay nya na isarado ung pintuan pag umalis n ako. Cnunod nmn nya. Prng prhas nga lng ung tingin ng nanay nya tska sya sken e. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tpos kinuha n ako ng tatay ko. Ng gbing un, iniicp ko tlga kung bkt sya glit sken. Oo nga pla, cnbi ni ________ na ssma sya sa van nla sa PNE. Hay nkooo. Prng dumudugo nnm puso ko o. &lt;/3 Kla ko nmn kaibigan ko sya, prng d nmn pla e. Gsto kong umiyak nung ntutulog ako kya lng d ko tlga kya e. Pero sa icp ko umiiyak ako, alam ko un e. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( Yan. Sma ksi, dumadgdg nnmn ung level ng brokenhearted life ko. Ugh! &gt;:( &lt;br /&gt;I'll just do today's post tomorrow, I've got not enough time right now. I'm on the library. Hell yeah, I hope no one's reading this. It's so public, you know? Like, I'm always looking at my back to check if someone's watching me or something. Eek. :| Ok, have to go now. I've only got 10 more minutes on the pc. Haha! Bye-bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-4562272555441077135?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4562272555441077135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/help-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/4562272555441077135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/4562272555441077135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/help-me.html' title='Help me.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-2108496594753878416</id><published>2009-08-20T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:09:02.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taglish Zone.</title><content type='html'>I'll make this a Taglish zone muna ngaun a. Ktmad ksi mag-translate sa English e. Haha! Yeah, minsan I translate Tagalog to English from a translator. Wooh! I only do it sometimes, kung may mga malalalim na Tagalog or English that I can say. But don't worry, kya ko nmn mag-Tagalog or English e. Gsto mo khit French! :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konti lng nmn kya ko. Like mga itinuturo ng mga teachers to Grade 1's or something. Ganun lng. So if ever na you know paano mag-french, and you want to talk to me in French, please, wag nmn ung super lalim, okay? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I change my layout, again. I have like, tons of bookmarked pages of the layouts I like. I was planning that every week, I'll change my layout, but I realized that it takes up a lot of my time just to edit a layout. Maybe twice a month? Haha. Cge, un nlng. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? I just got my JO newsletter for the next year. Prang mga instructions un kung ano ung dadalhin mo, what do to sa first day, and more. Sna nga d ko mwala un e or else, prang wla ako sa school nun. It also comes with the emergency form thingy and the PAC (Parents Advisory Council) form. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I think I've said enough. By the way, I won't write a ost about yesterday because all I did is my daily sched again. Hihi. Okay. gtg now! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-2108496594753878416?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/2108496594753878416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/taglish-zone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/2108496594753878416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/2108496594753878416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/taglish-zone.html' title='Taglish Zone.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-8055749007497887249</id><published>2009-08-18T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:18:01.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing.</title><content type='html'>Nothing really happened interesting today, I think. Well, I made a new account on Plurk, a 2nd account. Please add it! :) &lt;a href="http://plurk.com/beamajuelo"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; if you want to add me or just visit it. I'm only doing update in there because I'm too busy plurking on my 1st account. I don't have time to chat with that account especially when I don't have that much friends. Hihi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more? I don't really have something interesting to say here. Hmm.. I'm watching the weekenders. Hoho! In a scale of 10, I'll just give it an 8 because it gets boring when they go on Sunday, sometimes. Eh? What the heck?! At least I have something to watch to. But I totally love Phineas and Ferb! They're all smart and everything and Candace really wants to get them both busted. The story is so fun and interesting. What if Phineas &amp; Ferb are really true!? Wow, I can't imagine what world that's going to be. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've gonna finish this. I've got a lot of people to chat with. And I'm going to play Pet Society again. I'm on level 24.. still! xD Okay, gotta go. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-8055749007497887249?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8055749007497887249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/8055749007497887249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/8055749007497887249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/nothing.html' title='Nothing.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-2877892523833274136</id><published>2009-08-17T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:12:11.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New layout.</title><content type='html'>As you can see, I have a new layout. Me and Charm had the same before, so I change it and she changed hers too. :) I like my new layout better than the last one because it's cute and, yeah. It's cute. The other one's pretty simple but it's colorful at the same time. Haha, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we go to a new topic! Got nothing to tell there anymore. ^^ Uhm.. if you want me to put your blog link here, no problem. I'll be very honored to do so. Just message it on my tagboard. Use your blog link for your url in there so it's pretty easy for me to get your link. On the other hand, if you want to put my link on yours, you have my approval. Just tell me that you placed my link on your blog so I know where my link is. So I won't get pretty mad. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Oh, I'll have my taekwondo in.. 3 hours. How I hate taekwondo! D*mn that instructor. Kidding! Hoho. Good thing though, I don't get tired that much now when we, like, exercise and stuff. Kick, punch. Lol. I think this is my 2nd last session. I'm only in white belt for now because I'm new, a begginer, as usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, have to go now. We're going someplace before I do the taekwondo. To relax from the tension, maybe? Lmao. Haha, so gotta go now. Wait! I kinda did my daily schedule, a little bit. Hoho, there it goes again. x] Out out out! Goodbye! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-2877892523833274136?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/2877892523833274136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-layout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/2877892523833274136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/2877892523833274136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-layout.html' title='New layout.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-4244083826696367985</id><published>2009-08-16T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:15:41.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction.</title><content type='html'>First thing, good luck to all DLA students (well, I'm not sure if most of the schools in Philippines are having the test) on their perio tests! Someone told me It'll be a week and already started AND the first subject is Math. :o Good luck again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. what else? Oh, I revived my twitter again. I made it like, a few months ago and now, yea, I revived it. Please do add it! It's in the Links page above, you'll find it easily. Or if you can't find it with your &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;naked eyes&lt;/span&gt;, press Ctrl+F, search twitter and there you have it! OR if you're just too lazy to do that, don't worry, you can just basically &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/beamajuelo"&gt;Click This&lt;/a&gt;. I'm currently on a need of followers! Please follow me on Twitter, I beg you! Haha, kiddin'. :D I do believe I'm pretty addicted to Twitter right now. Wua! &gt;:] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also addicted to Pet Society! I just found that out the last time I played there. Yes, I play Pet Society, like, everyday! It's like, my day won't be complete if I don't play Pet society. Even though our computer get slow when I play that, (masyadong melodramatic ksi e) it's fun! And you also play with your pet, of course! That's the main reason why they made Pet Society! Haha! Anyways, yeah. Some people get addicted like me, some people get tired of it easily. Even though they're only on level 5! This is how it's played: You earn coins and points when you visit friends, play with your pet, buy, and, well, most of the things you do in there! Woah, did you learn something about Pet Society today? Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, wait, wait! Did you know? I was about to finish this I just had a new scoop! (Haha, yes, I ♥ scoops) Dude, not a new scoop of ice cream, okay? :) Haha. My dad lost his cellphone. He thought he lost it while we were on the mall this afternoon. We called his phone like, 10 times, and he still haven't found it. Then I just heard something vibrating on his pants, and there it was! Woah, he'll have like a heart attack or something if he hasn't found it! Haha. Oh, and at that time, he was a bout to go to work, and he told me to use my phone tonight. I was, basically, got shocked. Haha. Well, shocked is not the word but.. amp. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm sleepy, again. :)) Yes, tomorrow again. By the way, I'm pretty hungry so I better eat.. hmn.. no, drink, strawberry juice! Yummah. Haha, ending this now. Goodnight! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-4244083826696367985?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4244083826696367985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/4244083826696367985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/4244083826696367985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/addiction.html' title='Addiction.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-4212521816431193329</id><published>2009-08-15T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:34:42.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh!</title><content type='html'>Ugh! I'm totally in a bad mood today. Why does HE even have to make me do things I don't want to do?! Is he, like, the god of me?! Sh*t. Woah, sorry for the word there. I'm just too mad at him and this is just a way for me to let it out, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I won't even bother telling what his real name is. He'll get &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;OA&lt;/span&gt; when he sees this. Yeah, you DO know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I was mad because he made me do things I don't want to do. One thing was he told me to go out and tell something to our upstairs people. He does know that I get over-blushed when I speak to them, especially that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;matanda&lt;/span&gt; living. Yes, that's the person e want me to talk to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking that maybe he's doing this on purpose. He does know that I get embarrassed! Ugh. Maybe he wants me to go out or something so that he won't be busy of me. What a man he was! D*mn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually talked to the old guy. Yes, seriously, I blushed and went right up to it! I have like, butterflies in my tummy. Gosh! I won't ever do that, EVER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came downstairs at about 3 minutes. I was looking for HiM and I never found him. I was wondering where he is, and I just saw him with calling on his phone and also looking at me while I was talking there! Hmmff.. He doesn't know that I'm mad at him though. Good call for me, huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that he went to work, then I felt a bit of relaxation there. Only a bit, though. I'm still mad at him even though I don't see him anymore. Anyways, I do wonder how I'll be facing him tomorrow? Eh, if he doesn't know that I'm mad at him, then that'll be pretty easy to answer, then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that the last hours went smoothly, kind of. &gt;:] Yea, so.. I'm sleepy. Zzz.. Lol. Tomorrow again, huh? Haha, good night whoever-you-are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-4212521816431193329?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/4212521816431193329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/ugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/4212521816431193329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/4212521816431193329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/ugh.html' title='Ugh!'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-611598767576324175</id><published>2009-08-14T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:31:49.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 in 1.</title><content type='html'>Good evening to all! Wait, it might be different to you, depending on where you live. :] Me? I live on the right of the iDA (International Date Line) ;P Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was fantabulous. The level was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ka-pow&lt;/span&gt;! You might be wondering, what's the reason right? Well, it started because of what happened when Wowowee was on air and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lamay&lt;/span&gt; of our Pres. Cory Aquino was happening. Willie commented on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lamay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///E:/DOCUME%7E1/bea1205/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt; of Pres. Cory's video on the right side of the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Willie: Bakit nyo pinapakita ang lamay ang ating minamahal na si Pres. Cory sa screen e, nag-sasaya tayo dto? Konting respeto nman o.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when people had it. They thought that Willie was bastos when he said that. This is our talk when we saw this news on TV Patrol World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mom: Sbi din daw ni Papa nyo, cnbi ng mga tao, pag nde daw pinarusahan si Willie, d na daw cla magsusubscribe sa TFC. Khit saang lupalop ng mundo ang mga tao. Bsta daw, d na cla manonood ng TFC.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while we're talking and stuff, this went up on the news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Isususpinde ng ABS-CBN si Willie Revillame dahil sa nasabing balita tungkol sa video sa screen. Ang ibig asbihin nyan, mwawala sya sa Wowowee ng mga ilang araw pra makuntento ang mga tao.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the reporter said "Wowowee," my brother quickly went to the screen. He was shocked, unbelievably shocked. :) Here's a catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ian: Belat nmn o! Wla na tuloy Wowowee nyan. Wla na ung "Sayaw Darling, Sayaw Darling, ipakita mo ang iyong galing" &lt;br /&gt;Me: Wow, Ian. First time mo ata cnbi yan a. &lt;br /&gt;Ian: Ano nmn? For your info, nkuha ko yan kay Baby Jean and Congratulations. Sensya ka na, nanonood ako e!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, fun talk, isn't it?! You'll be laughing hard enough that you'll have tears of joy. Lol. Change topic now! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. no interesting things happened right after that. Well, my "daily schedule" was here, again. Seriously, I really don't know why I always do my "daily schedule." Maybe because it's vacation and we don't go to school or anything. No homeworks to do, always at home 24/7. No wait, maybe just 24/5 because at Saturdays and Sundays, we always go somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always ask my mom why we don't go to US or something. It's just too near for us that it's easy to go there! Haha. Yea, but we still have to have the passports and all. Hoho. That's the hard part, huh?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the evening went smoothly, as usual. Haha. It always bothers me when I always do the same thing, seriosly. Haha. :D Ok, have to go now. Off to play on Facebook! &lt;:D Pet Society!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-611598767576324175?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/611598767576324175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/wowowillie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/611598767576324175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/611598767576324175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/wowowillie.html' title='2 in 1.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-3167956973013999360</id><published>2009-08-13T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T09:14:54.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T, W, TH.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I haven't posted anything in the past few days. So I might just post a brief entry of each day, huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY: That day is a total bore. I just went on the CP and plurked, fb'd, fs'd, stuff like that. Oh, and played on fb, of course! :) Ok, what more?.. O ate something disgusted and never gonna eat it again, eggplant. x( Sorry to all people who loves eggplant. It's just that there's a taste in there that makes me feel sick and all, know what I mean? Oh, and especially if you eat it with oil. disgusting. Ugh! Anyways, when my dad came home from work, I was listening to my brand-new playlist on the internet. I closed the browser fast enough so that he won't see my internet-ing. So then the day was, I think, perfectly fine, but not perfect as in really perfect, ok?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY: Wooh, I think this day is mostly the same as Tuesday, I think. Well, the morning is the same, Plurked, fs'd, fb'd, the same things. But when the night came, I cried. Do you know why? Because "he" got so mad just because I answered the phone and never gave it to him! I just get tired when he does that, blaming me for nothing?! Hmmff.. Anyways, so yeah. You know who called? It's a guy from Zellers. I think it's just a prank, which is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; a prank. He said maybe it's important because he thinks that he submitted a resume  in there. He only THiNKS about that! Why oh why would he blame me, I didn't even know, neither him, that he applied  there! Yes, so basically I cried and stuff. Cried 'til sleeping. Freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY: Hello, today! I feel my eyes are like swelling from last night. I feel the burn! Wooh, kidding there. The day went smoothly, I tell you. It's not really good, not really bad. Why not really good? Because my brother always complains to me that he had enough rice for lunch! My dad told us that he should have a 3 cup rice, and he only had 2! Oh, I always hate him when he does the "pssshhh" thing. So then,.. same old things happen. I must admit, I do get tired when I always do the same thing everyday. I think you get tired when that happens to you, huh? So my night is well, fine. Haha, so this ends this thing. Now, off to play on facebook! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-3167956973013999360?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/3167956973013999360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/t-w-th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/3167956973013999360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/3167956973013999360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/t-w-th.html' title='T, W, TH.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-7086405670856835133</id><published>2009-08-10T14:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:27:24.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother's Birthday</title><content type='html'>It's a happy birthday to my lil' bro! He's 11 now, but he seriously doesn't look like 11, he looks like 9! Haha! His birthday is on August 8, but we went to the hotel on August 7. Here's a trip for you on our days at the hotel. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a Super8 Motel in Surrey on Friday for one night at about 4pm. But since it's pretty far from the city, (because Surrey is only a town) it took us 2 hours to go there! When we're in the middle of the road trip, my mom had to go the bathroom. So we stopped by at the Burger King. My dad just thought that it's better if we just buy food in there so that we won't have to go out at night. After that, we had the road trip again until we reached the hotel. It's really far, but I've gotta tell you, it's pretty worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we checked in and stuff. It's not really hard for us to check in because we already reserved a room on the internet. By the way, our room number is 204, my brother's favorite numbers! What a coincidence, isn't it?! Anyways, we took our thing from our car and headed back to our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we had all of our things inside the room, my mom asked us if we want to go swim right away, we said, "Sure, why not?" Nobody can resist the swimming pool! :) So we changed to our swimming "suit" and headed to the pool. There were not a lot of people swimming that day. The pool has an 8 foot slide and a "jacuzzi" kind of thing. It's not really jacuzzi, but it's warm and relaxing, as my mom says. My brother asked us about the towels, so my mom asked for 3 towels at the hotel desk. (it's the place where they make the reservations, etc. for you? I just forgot what it's called) Then, she went back to the pool. I tried to put my left foot in the water to check the pool if it's cold or hot. It's just at the right temperature I was hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we go. Played at the pool. Practiced swimming. Hihi, I don't know how to swim. Do you know how to swim? =)) After a few minutes, I begged my mom and my brother to go slide. Do you know what they're answers were? My mom said that she's too scared, and my bro said that he'll drown?! But I just saw a 5 year old or something boy sliding! And he didn't even look like he drowned! He's too OA. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about half an hour, we went to the jacuzzi kind of thing. At first, it feels like Mars! But I got used to it and didn't even feel like it's warm. I just been there for like, 10 minutes or so, then I came back to the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the usual stuff comes around. Go back to the room, eat some burger first, shower and change the wet clothes. By the way, you might notice that my dad is barely mentioned on the pool part. It's because he didn't swim because he thinks that the pool is cold! But didn't he even see the jacuzzi?! It's pretty hot in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, we went to sleep in 10:30pm. Wow, felt sleepy, huh? Yes, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there comes the Saturday, the real date of the celebrant's birthday! What's the breakfast, you ask? It's the continental breakfast served by the hotel. Then after that, we went to the pool again. Checked out then went to the mall to buy shoes for my brother. Oh, he also bought a map and then he accidentally lost it on a store! Haha, what a dumb guy! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ate lunch in a Filipino resto then headed back home. Then the rest of the day went smoothly. Now, I feel like eating. ^^ Haha, happy eating to me! Pizza? Pizza it is! Haha, goodbye now! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-7086405670856835133?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/7086405670856835133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-brothers-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/7086405670856835133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/7086405670856835133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-brothers-birthday.html' title='My Brother&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-8805229495015544939</id><published>2009-08-06T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:04:45.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Same days.</title><content type='html'>So I woke up today at about 7:30 because my brother made the volume in our TV loud! The volume is about 13-16, right? Well, he made it to 25! Oh, and the people upstairs went down to ask why it was loud. Haha, my brother just said that he didn't do it on purpose. Haha! Like that's true. x] Good thing our parents weren't here or else he's gone to death! Haha! So right now, the volume is, hmm.. 11 or something. Haha! I think he got scared that our upstairs will come down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took a 1 hour bath. I always do that, so don't ask. I was singing, dancing, shampooing, conditioning, soaping, etc. Haha! To make it short, all the thing we do when taking a bath. When I'm in the middle of conditioning, I heard a deep man voice from the living room. I was wondering who that is. I thought it was the upstairs' son or something. I asked my bro after I was done and my guess was right! It was the upstairs' son. He told him that he forgot something when he went here last week. (not about the volume) Wondering what the thing is? Guess what, it's a pill of Advil! Haha, I laughed to tears. Can't he just get another pill? It's not that significant, is it? I was too shy to ask him that though. After the man went upstairs again, I asked my brother what the volume was when he came down. It was on mute! He got effin' scared, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I always do the things I do before the day. You know, go to the PC, eat, watch, take a bath, sleep. But sometimes, you know, go to the mall, visit a friend, something like that. But what I was saying is when my parents are at work. There's always something added to our daily routine. No, wait, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; daily routine, not my brother's. You might be asking what's his daily routine? Well, it's the same but instead of go to the PC, it's play the PSP. Haha. He's so addicted to PSP, especially right now because he got a new game. Don't bother asking what the game is, blog friend. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, at about 4:30 pm, my mom came home from work, she had "pasalubongs"! Excited, am I? Yes, indeed. :) So I continued the routine I was making, then suddenly, my dad came home. I quickly closed the Firefox window because I was thinking that maybe he'll get mad when he sees me on the PC. (he gets mad easily when it's a PC talk) D'oh! When he went to the bedroom to change, he just told us that he'll be sleeping 'cuz he's tired! Why oh, why did I close the window!? Well, maybe it's worth it, haha. So there, I plurked, chatted, BLOGGED, and so on. Now, it's about 10:48. I have to sleep early because we're going to a hotel tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not do a post about tomorrow because of a busy schedule. Please go back on Saturday (Canada) or Sunday (Philippines) to check if I have the post here written down. Thanks a lot! :) Goodbye now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-8805229495015544939?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/8805229495015544939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/same-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/8805229495015544939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/8805229495015544939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/same-days.html' title='Same days.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-400518871414216842</id><published>2009-08-06T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:17:05.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late posts.</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I haven't posted anything about yesterday, right? Well, truthfully, I did some editing on the first post I made. I can't make a post about yesterday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; because I was about to do something important right after I edited the first post. I'll make a short paragraph about yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY. I think I woke up at about 8:30 am or so. I quickly went to our PC to plurk. Our mom asked me if I want to go to the supermarket with them. (her and my brother) I said no because I don't feel like going to the mall that day. When they went, I chatted, plurked, typed, played on facebook, etc. Oh, and listened to music. So basically, all the things that I do almost everyday. When they came back, the bags that they had was from a mall! I was penitent! My mom just told me that we would go there again tomorrow, but she has work! So, she just said that we'll go next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday's post is done. I'll be making a post of today right after this. When I'm done, just look at the post above this. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-400518871414216842?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/400518871414216842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/late-posts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/400518871414216842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/400518871414216842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/late-posts.html' title='Late posts.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893282556564249534.post-816910295492006662</id><published>2009-08-04T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:28:42.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post.</title><content type='html'>This is my first post here, but this ain't my first blog so I'm kind of used to this. I think this is my 3rd or 3th blog. I just forgot the passwords on some of them that's why I can't open them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know not everyone is reading my blog so I'll just welcome myself here AGAiN in blog world. Welcome to me! Yuck, sounds awkward. Okay, the truth is, I have no idea what to put here. Haha. Since this is my first post, all things written here are adequate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make this blog my own personal diary. And when I mean "my own personal diary", I really mean it. Lmao. But of course, some things really have to be kept privately to your own, like when I talk about people, so they'll have codenames when necessary. Sorry! With this blog, you'll have a free trip kind of thing to my mind. Geez, wonder how that feels for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way. If you have any reaction or something/s to tell me, don't hesitate to leave comment right here. Well, I've already said this in the bottom of this post, the moving words. See it? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. what else? I think i've already said enough. No, forgot something. You want me to make an introduction, right? So here I am making a brief introduction about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there! My name's Marisa Beatriz D. Majuelo. You can call me Bea, Embiee or Eyee (eh-yih) for short. I'm currently residing in Canada and a freshman in my school. But my home country is in Philippines, so basically I'm a PURE FiLiPiNA! Lol. I'm very talkative and loud at the same time. I don't consider myself as a bookworm but I do love reading books. I always read the Twilight series all over again, haha! Now I'm planning on reading the Harry Potter series. I love to listen to music and surf the internet. I also love taking pictures and edit them. So there. I think that's all you need to know about me for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did consume a lot of your time now, right? Don't worry, I'll finish this right away, and besides I'm pretty tired of typing, i said "pretty" not really. ^^ Ok, thanks for reading this. Goodbye now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893282556564249534-816910295492006662?l=beasmilesobs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/feeds/816910295492006662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/816910295492006662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893282556564249534/posts/default/816910295492006662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beasmilesobs.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-post.html' title='First Post.'/><author><name>Bea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00417891041211806926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
